Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.